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Domination Between Old Friends (Lilytania)

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Super-Earth
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May 12, 2011
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Sam Berret was back home. Claremont, Alabama wasn't known for much, in fact it was known for so little that some questioned if it was just a rest stop on the map, but to Sam it was home. Four years of college, summer classes, ten jobs, three at a time usually, constantly keeping up his 4.0 GPA... it had been a long road, but now he had a degree in mechanical engineering from one of the top schools in the country and in a few months he could have nearly any job he wanted.

For now though, Sam had had to come back home for his father's funeral and help take care of his mom. The past few weeks he had helped her with groceries, bills, the will, and anything else he could think of before he flew off to New York to look for work. Sam was willing to do anything for his mom, but the past few weeks had been murder on his patience and his wallet, and maybe most importantly of all, his sex life. Despite his incredibly busy school life, he had still found time to date and have sex in college, and being back home where everyone was either his parent's age or ten, the pickings had been slim.

Not to mention, in the back of his mind, Sam had thought he might run into her... but alas, it seemed that that mixed up part of his heart was never going to be resolved.

Stopping in front of a local church, Sam stopped to tie his shoelaces, not knowing that he was kneeling in front of the local monastery, one of the few left in the state that prescribed to slightly... stricter methodology. If Sam knew what was about to happen, that all of his inner struggles and problems were about to become a little closer to being resolved, he would have come to this house of God sooner.
 
Ariadne Tucker knelt in front of the image of the Virgin Mary and the Holy Christ, focusing on her morning hour-long prayers. She wore the traditional nun black dress and black head covering. Her red hair was hidden beneath. Her only distinguishing features were her bright green eyes and her beautiful young face. At the age of 22, she was relatively young in the nunnery. She had joined after a year of college after deciding a life of men was unfit for her. Now she lived a life of celibacy.

After finishing her morning prayers, the young woman stood up and walked toward the door. Her job in the mornings after prayers was to stand outside and look for young women specifically to help. But, as she walked out, she spotted someone she never thought she'd see again.

Her ex-boyfriend, Sam, was kneeling down to tie his shoelaces. She stiffened and gritted her teeth. Would he recognize her? She swallowed and looked around. She saw a young woman standing to the side. She walked over and greeted the woman. Only afterwards did she realize he might recognize her voice. All of her recognizable features were relatively hidden, except her eyes and her voice.
 
Sam stood up and immediately felt both a chill go up his spine and a warmth hit his throat. Turning around, Sam saw that a nun, decked out in the old-fashioned uniform that he didn't think anyone wore anymore, talking to a young woman who seemed to be politely listening, if not the least bit interested. Though there was a part of Sam that already knew that voice and who it belonged to, the more cynical, logical part of himself felt that there was no way it was possible. Taking a breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding, Sam took a few steps forward with his hand up, already ready for a wave.

"Ariadne? Is that you?" he asked tentatively before placing his raised hand on the nun's shoulder, hoping that when she turned he wouldn't be proven wrong.
 
Ariadne began talking to the young woman about how she could join the nunnery and have a home among women, away from the trash of society. The woman seemed to at least be interested. She nodded politely and asked questions. "What's the schedule like?" and "Are the other women kind?" were among the questions. Ariadne answered each readily and gently. "The schedule is rigorous, but not impossible. Wake up at six, shower until seven, breakfast until 7:10, morning prayer, duties, stuff like that. This is my duty every day."

Ariadne carefully watched the woman's body language. She saw the woman's brown eyes flicker to the side, and she knew her ex-boyfriend was approaching. She swallowed and put a hand on the female's shoulder. "Why don't you go inside? Sister Martha is just inside the door." The woman nodded and glanced back over as Sam approached.

Ariadne jumped slightly when she felt the familiar hand on her shoulder. She turned, and looked up at the face she had not seen in so long. She shook her head. "I'm not the same woman, Sam." She'd imagined this moment. It had been bound to happen sometime. Everyone ran into everyone at some point. She shook her head again. "I'm changed, different. I feel good. I understand now. Men aren't supposed to be a part of my life. It's almost like an evil stumbling block." She turned to walk away, get away. She couldn't go far, or she'd get in trouble for abandoning her duties.
 
For a brief moment, as if in slow motion, Sam watched as the nun turned around to reveal herself as his high school love and warmth and pain rushed back to hit Sam like a hit poker in the crotch. In high school, she had been the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, her flowing red locks making her stand out from the crowd, and her deep green eyes drawing you in like a strong tide. One nervous, bumbling day Sam had asked her out and after a few minutes of convincing she agreed, and what followed were the happiest four years of his life.

They were together through all of high school, everyone thought they would be married, and Sam's dad even joked that they would have to let out his mother's wedding gown for Ariadne's larger than average bust. And though he responded to all the jokes and future predictions with a laugh, deep down Sam believed that there was some truth to it. He believed that this beautiful girl was going to be with him forever. Then a few weeks before graduation she had broken up with him, seemingly with no reason (she certainly didn't give him one) and he never heard from her again. He called her all summer, sent her letters, emails, but she never responded.

Now he was finally going to be face to face with her again, and even though he didn't know what to expect, he didn't expect this.

Effectively snubbing him without letting Sam get a word in, he stood there stunned as she walked away, staring at the spot where she just stood, frozen, as if she was still there. Something inside of Sam strained, and he laughed a little before snapping out of his stupor and following Ariadne up the steps of the chapel.

"Wait, wait! I just wanted to talk! We haven't spoken in years and I-I-" Sam stuttered as he tried to think about what he wanted, and didn't seem to come up with anything.
 
Ariadne knew he'd follow her. The girl hadn't seen him in years, and he was bound to want to talk to him. She'd thought she'd loved him at one point, but it'd felt a bit hopeless at some points. Her friends teased her that the two of them would get married and have little red-headed babies, bur she'd sometimes thought differently. She sometimes thought it didn't feel real. So, she'd decided that instead of hurting him by rejecting a proposal, she hurt him earlier by breaking up with him. It'd hurt her just as much. That was when she'd joined the covent. The women had picked up a heartbroken girl who had discovered that she had nothing without her boyfriend, and made her into an independent woman who didn't want him back.

Ariadne felt a pang when she told him off. She heard him follow and speak to her. She turned around halfway up the steps. "What is there to talk about?" she asked. "We were together. We broke up. End of story. I don't see any reason to keep talking." She was sure he wanted to get back together, but she was probably quite wrong in some points. She stood staring at him with hose deep green eyes. She knew Sister Martha was right inside the door, and could probably hear her. "I'm sorry, Sam. It's nice to see you. But unless you have something quick and deep-thoughted to say, I have more important things to be doing." She'd get in trouble for just talking to him, most likely.
 
Once, when Sam had had a particularly difficult day, his parents were fighting, he had a failed an exam, his car had broken down, and he tipped down the stairs in front of the whole school. He just felt like crap and nothing was going to bring him out of his funk, so when Ariadne visited him he felt bad that he couldn't be entertaining or even romantic, but she didn't care. She just sat down with him, held his hand, and laid down in bed with him, and in a small but important way, he felt better and wanted nothing more than let her warmth envelope him. The memory still moved him to this day.

But now, this woman, this nun, was nothing like that girl. She was so... cold. Not only cold, she was so cruel. Couldn't she hear at least a word of what he needed to say? Since when did he need to prove himself, to say something important, for her, for anyone, to listen? This... bitch, wasn't allowed to treat him like he was so far beneath her just because she found God!

"What!? Quick and deep-thoughted!? What the HELL!? I just wanted to catch up with you! I don't- don't just walk away!" Sam shouted before, and without thinking, he reached out and grabbed Ariadne by the wrist to stop her walking away and pull her back to him.
 
Ariadne ignored him when he yelled at her. She just kept walking, until he grabbed her wrist. She yelped and whirled. She clenched both of her fists and narrowed her eyes at him. He didn't know it, but she was much stronger than she looked. She didn't move, though. She didn't want to make a scene by making him angrier, though most any spectator would probably side with her since she was an innocent young nun. She growled at him. "Let go of me, Sam. I don't want to nor have to listen to you. I'm independent and I don't need you. You are going to hell." She wasn't trying to spare his feelings. It was better to stamp out any tiny kindling embers before they became full-fledged flames.

Ariadne twisted her wrist away from him and kept walking the length of the church. She didn't exactly know where she was going. Hopefully somewhere with more witness and more legal connections. She didn't want him to bother her. Few people seemed to be around right now.
 
Sam felt a universe explode in his head. No, multitudes of universes. A black hole of endless pain and destruction rang through like God's fist on his soul, and apparently this was all proper and true to form because he was going to hell. Ariadne had been a devout and Christian woman when they were dating, and yes sometimes her worries about hell and heaven had annoyed him when they were dating, but he never remembered her being like this. Now she was... afraid of him, and so many swirling lights were going inside his head that he thought he was going to explode.

Ariadne walked away from him and this time Sam simply watched her, not moving to talk to her. He was simply too stunned to say a word, and if he grabbed her again there was a good chance that she would shout out and get him in trouble with the convent, or worse, the authorities. So... for now, Sam decided he would let things be, and wandered away like a zombie, any higher form thought that he could possibly be having seeming to just leak out of him. He just felt numb right now.

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Later in the week, Sam came upon the convent again, only this time he went with a different tact. Waiting outside by the steps where no one who was leaving the church could see, Sam waited for the nun to come out again. He saw that she came out this way, everyday, at exactly 6:30 (like a fucking robot) to pick up litter and usher any vagrants who needed help (though he noticed that unless they were a woman, they just got shooed away) and would finally take the opportunity to talk again. Uninterrupted.
 
Ariadne was glad he left her. A short explanation to Sister Martha allowed her to stay inside for a few minutes until he went away. The sisters were generally pretty forgiving as long as your faults were not your own fault. She felt almost numb, and wanted to go to her cell and sleep. She couldn't believe she'd said all that to the man she'd once loved. She should have put it gentler. But it was too late now.

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A few nights later, Ariadne was on the evening duty, helping the women and shooing away the beggars. She walked out of the church and sent the men to the homeless shelter down the street. Any women in need of a place to stay, she gently escorted inside. She did this with gentle and loving gestures, so much different from when she'd gotten Sam to go away. As the peole slowly dwindled off, she smiled in satisfaction and began picking up the trash. She had to keep God's temple clean. She picked up various wrappers and papers in silence and threw them into a trashcan.
 
Sam took a few heavy breaths before he stepped out from behind the staircase, the light from the nearest street light hitting him in the eyes so he had to blink away the glare for a moment before he adjusted. There she was, still looking as beautiful as the day he last saw her. Though it had only been four years, it felt like an eternity somewhere inside Sam's heart, and looking at her, it was like she had stepped right out of a better time. She just looked so much like the girl he once knew, for a moment he couldn't even be angry at her for her dismissive nature before. He just wanted to know this girl again.

Holding his left hand tight inside his jacket pocket, Sam carefully and as nonthreateningly as he possibly could (after all, he was approaching a woman in the dark, late at night) before tapping her on the shoulder with his right hand. It could be different this time. He could be different. Even though he told himself that he had moved on four years ago, staring at Ariadne again now, he knew that somewhere deep down that that was a lie. He pushed away any thought of her for four years to keep the pain away, but he was never over her. Maybe he never could be. Part of her belonged to him.

"Ariadne, hi. I just want to talk. That's all. You can spare an hour for an old... friend, right?" Sam asked pleasantly, but with a subtle, pleading tone in his voice.
 
Ariadne felt like she was being watched. She got that creepy feeling a person gets when someone is staring them down, and a little chill. She frowned and looked up before glancing around. She didn't immediately see anyone. She shook her head and returned to picking up trash and calling in young women to stay for the night if they needed. There weren't too many out, and most would rather not be staying in a more religious organization, but she at least tried.

A few minutes later, the young woman felt a tap on her shoulder, and she jumped and gave the surprised squeak she used to always make when he startled her back when they were dating. She whirled and looked right in his face. She sighed and put a hand to her face. She bit her lip and began shaking her head as Sam spoke. "I-I really can't, Sam," she whispered. She glanced over at the doors of the church. They were closed for the moment, but almost any of the windows in the front of the church presented a view of her. She momentarily wanted to just run away with him, before she remembered her beliefs. "No, Sam. I can't be with you. It's not meant to be. I'm sure you'll find someone elsewhere. It's just not me." She turned again to walk away before she changed her mind.
 
Sam felt a cold chill run through him as Ariadne blew him off once more, though this time he noticed that she did it with a little more pain in her voice. Somehow, knowing that she was suffering made him feel a little better about this whole thing. In fact, it felt damn well fantastic to know that she was suffering too. Somewhere inside of him, a twisted up and sick part of him was happy to see her pain, just so she could have even a little taster of what he was feeling now, let alone what he had felt four years ago.

Quickly taking up the steps of the convent, Sam grabbed onto Ariadne's habit sharply, and with more force than he had wanted, but went with it anyway. Pulling on the fabric that covered and wrapped around her whole body, Sam pulled her down a few steps so that she stumbled and fell into his arms into a sort of backwards bear hug.

"You don't have to take me back, you don't have to do anything, I just need to talk to you. I need to understand why!" he said in a quiet whisper, but he said it harshly and so close to her ear that she might have considered it loud.
 
Ariadne gasped as she felt a sharp tug on her black and white habit. The startled young woman gave a panicked cry as she fell. She grunted when she was wrapped into a tight bear hug. She tensed up and whimpered in panic. She had her arms pinned to her chest by his arms, and he held her too tightly. She gave quick breaths as she squirmed in his grip. She heard the whisper, but it sounded so loud. She shook her head quickly. Her brain struggled to come up with an answer. She could only give the answer pounded into her by the other nuns. "Because men are evil, and some women are meant to be away from them. I'm one of them." She swallowed nervously. Was he jus going to hold her here captive? She was entirely still. She scarcely dared to breathe. She truly missed him, but Sister Martha would say it was her previous sinful life attempting to reemerge. She struggled for a moment, then tilted her head back. "Let me go, Sam," she said nervously. "You're holding me hostage. You can't do that." She was starting to panic. She tried to push his arms away. No one else was around, amazingly. "Come on, Sam." Her headdress was a bit crooked, disturbed because of her position.
 
Sam listened to her words, and a fair and conscious part of him realized that she was brainwashed. That whatever these nuns were up to, misogyny and sexism were high up priorities in their list and Sam was just unfortunate enough to have feelings for one of their victims. Four years ago, hell maybe even two years ago, Sam might have been able to rationally and carefully deal with this, let Ariadne go, and try a better way to help her tomorrow.

But after four years of pining, of loss, of having his heart broken, all he heard was the insults, the demeaning, and the fact that he was "evil."

"Of course, of course I'll let you go Ariadne," Sam whispered slowly, releasing her from his hold so she could move again, fix herself up. Then, while he knew she would be calm and unprepared, Sam pulled his left hand out of his jacket pocket and tased Ariadne.

It just sounded like a tiny crackle, like a bag of chips.
 
Ariadne growled as her ex held her in place. She squirmed again. She didn't like being trapped against his body. A few years ago she would've welcomed it, but now, he needed to leave her alone. He's a bad influence and evil. Him and his masculine ideas... But a tiny voice, not even audible, cried, You loved him once.

Ariadne stumbled forward and brushed herself off when he finally let her go. She readjusted her headdress and her habit, brushing off the wrinkles. She frowned, keeping her back to him. After, she turned her body toward him, about to say something, but the thought was quickly gone. Her mind went into overload, and her body fell to the ground as he tazed her. Once she landed, her chest rose and fell softly, and her eyes were shut. If he picked her up, he'd find that she was lighter than she'd been four years ago. She stayed silent as her body fought to come back from the unconsciousness she'd been pushed to from the shock, her body more sensitive than some.
 
Sam didn't really know what to think now that he had an unconscious girl in his arms. He had told himself that he only brought the taser for his own safety, it was a bad neighborhood after all. Never once did he think he would use it on Ariadne, but when he had used it, it felt so right. It felt like he was releasing all of his tension and pain at once, and the tingles it sent up his arm made his whole body shake. His arm was electric, and everything else was hot.

Having her in his arms, Sam felt her body through her habit and felt the contours of her body while she was limp. Her breasts were still so full, her hips sexily tapered down to a plump ass, and her neck was smooth and long without being gangly. But more than her body, her face looked so beautiful. She truly had beautiful features and now that she was relaxed (or rather, every muscle in her body had loosened) he could remember why he fell in love with that face.

"You stupid bitch. Why won't you listen...?" Sam whispered almost in tears before he lifted her very light body onto his shoulder and carried her away to his car, before anyone came.

Driving up north to where the highway cut off into some back-roads, Sam drove a route that he recalled from his childhood: his father's hunting cabin. Like every self-respecting Alabama born and bred man, Sam's father Seth had been a hunter, and every year during the summer he was able to rent a cabin up north from Claremont for about three weeks. Sometimes he took Sam with him, hunting for bucks, fishing, and other outdoor activities that mom wasn't invited to do. It was man-bonding time. That's why it was so sad when his father had died only a couple of months before the hunting trip. Sam thought they were going to have time together...

Now though it was as if his father was giving him the gift of opportunity. Though his father obviously couldn't pay for the cabin like he did every year, Sam knew that he had been renting it for so long, that no one would have taken his spot. The hunting cabin would be vacant right now, and Sam still had the keys, having forgotten to return them.

It worked out so perfectly.

Sam thought he heard Ariadne stir once during the half hour drive, but he quickly tased her quiet once more. He didn't like using violence, but it also gave him a thrill to silence the woman. Once they got to the cabin, Sam carried her in and tied her to a chair with some boy scout knots. Once she was secure, he made sure to hide his car in some brush, in case anyone came by, and got a basin of water for when Ariadne awoke.

Now, he waited, sitting on a chair across from the unconscious nun.
 
The next time Ariadne woke up, she was in a car. She could feel the moving vehicle beneath her body. She did realize she was lying down on the back seat. She didn't move for a second. Her body hurt, ached. She blinked wearily. He'd tasered her. Her ex-boyfriend had tasered her. She swallowed and slowly began to push herself up, but the girl felt the demobilizing electric shock again instead. She fell back onto the seat and lost consciousness.

Ariadne woke up again about fifteen minutes later. Her emerald eyed fluttered open, and she shifted just enough to feel the ropes which bound her in place. She stiffened as her body woke up. This time he didn't taser her while she woke up.

Ariadne opened her eyes fully and began to process what was going on. Her body ached, she couldn't move her wrists, and she was sitting in a chair. As far as she could tell, she was in a cabin of some sort, God knows where, and he had trapped her inside with him.

Ariadne looked at her ex-boyfriend. She swallowed weakly. Everything didn't want to respond. After she thought she'd regained control over speaking, she looked up at him. "Where am I? Why did you kidnap me?" It was just how the nuns had told her. Men were evil. When they wanted something they just took it. Sam had wanted her, and he just took it.
 
Sam immediately felt fear and regret wash over him. The way she stirred, he could tell that she was in pain, that she was afraid, and just like that he felt the scope of what he had done. It was true. He had kidnapped her. He had gone against everything his parents and his pastor had ever taught him, and kidnapped a girl against her will, and now she was tied up to a chair. Internally, he reasoned that he wasn't going to hurt her, but he had said the same thing about the taser...

There something else there too. They way Ariadne looked at him, that face filled with disgust and fear... there was something else too. Something that shook Sam to his core and brought out that bright and flaring anger again that made his want to lash out at Ariadne in the first place. Disappointment. She didn't look surprised at his kidnapping at all. She looked like... like that was what she expected of him.

Not answering her question, Sam simply sneered silently before he reached down and took the basin of water and brought it to her lips.

"Drink. You're probably thirsty," he said gruffly, avoiding eye-contact with Ariadne.
 
Ariadne looked at Sam with wide eyes. She was more frightenened than anything. She blinked and shifted her body. She wanted to get out. She bit her lip and looked at him steadily. He didn't seem to want to answer any of her questions. She shifted again and pulled against the ropes binding her wrists. Her body still ached a bit. The young woman watched him carefully. He didn't answer any of her questions, but raised the basin to her lips. She stared at it for a moment before opening her mouth and drinking. She shut her mouth when she no longer wanted water, and stared at him. Once the basin was away from her mouth, she sighed. "Why did you take me?" she asked. She struggled to keep her voice steady. She knew she should have gone inside that evening. But no. She stayed out to fulfill her duties and make sure the women weren't on the streets. She shut her eyes and leaned her head back. "Take me back, Sam."
 
Sam carefully watched Ariadne's lips as she sipped at the water, and wondered at her full and juicy lips. Somehow, even though she wore no makeup and had nothing on her lips, they still looked full and succulent. He felt almost guilty at how attracted he was to her lips at that moment, and remembered her shy blowjobs in his backseat in high school. It made him feel joy and sorrow and frustration to think about those times and how far away they seemed to be now.

When she finished he pulled the basin away and placed it gently on the ground. He still wouldn't make eye contact with her, and Sam knew it was because of guilt. If he looked her in the eye, he might have felt bad enough to let her go before he got to say his bit.

"No," he answered to her question. "I won't take you back. Not until I've had my say, uninterrupted. So no words, no questions, just be quiet and... listen. Ariadne, I... I think I'm... I'm so confused... and I just don't know why you broke up with me in high school. I've tried letting it go, I really have. I've gone on dates, had girlfriends, but nothing... everything has felt hollow without you..."

Sam couldn't find anymore words as suddenly his sadness and worry started to feel more like anger, so he took a breath and stopped.

"Just... why?" he asked desperately.
 
Ariadne noticed that he wouldn't make eye contact with her. She watched as he set the basin on the ground, his eyes turned away. She knew her expression was one of sadness for just a moment, before she suppressed it. She could tell he felt guilty. She was sad that he felt that way, sad that she couldn't see the eyes she'd loved so much... What am I thinking? He's foul and evil. The nuns' teachings quickly returned.

Ariadne listened obediently as he asked what had happened. She sighed and shut her eyes for a moment as she thought. She finally looked at him and shook her head. "I needed a break. And when I left, I just... found a better calling. The nuns taught me so much, and I feel better than ever." Some nights she missed his loving, playful touch, but right now she was a bit frightened. "Does that answer your question?"
 
When Ariadne was explaining herself to Sam, he glanced at her eyes surreptitiously, but he was still avoiding her gaze. He needed to make sure that she wasn't lying or trying to back away from the question in some way, he needed something to hold onto, he needed something to fill this empty black chasm that was draining all the life out of him. He breathed with an unusual calm as he took in her words, and when she finished talking, he didn't feel any different. What she said made sense. She just... didn't feel as strongly for him apparently. That explained things, and he didn't have to wonder anymore.

But it still didn't feel like enough.

"Alright, I can understand that. I... yes," Sam nodded as he felt some of that anger slipping away from him and wondered if he was doing the right thing. He kneeled down and looked into Ariadne's eyes, to try something one last time. "Just tell me this. Tell me... that you don't love me. Tell me that you don't love me, and you can go. Look me in the eye, and tell me that you don't love me anymore. That's it."
 
Ariadne could feel the resilient pain over the breakup and she tried to push it back. She hadn't felt it in quite some time. The girl bit her lip as she finished explaining what had happened. He wasn't supposed to be a part of her life anymore. It was supposed to be her serving God and doing His will. She had been called into this for a reason. What was God doing now? She sighed and looked down at her ex as he got down on his knees.

Ariadne frowned when he asked her of one more thing. She listened carefully, but when he told her to say she didn't love him, she froze. She swallowed and opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't do it. She couldn't break his heart again. He had to know that. He had to know she was too compassionate to tell him she didn't love him. She sighed and shook her head quietly. She stared at him with her bright green eyes. "I can't," she choked. She turned her gaze away.
 
Sam watched her carefully and felt a blossoming of hope in his heart when she started to cry too. If she was having this much trouble with it, that must mean she loved him, and Sam held onto that feeling with an iron grip. He waited for her to answer, to give him something to go on, but instead she didn't answer. She couldn't pull out a simple answer for him. She was just leaving him to hang out there to dry, letting life's harsh unknown blister his insides even more.

"You can't? Why can't you!? Do you love me or not!? Answer me!" he shouted, pulling out of his kneeling position and looking into her eyes with a fire that replaced his sadness. "What's wrong with you? If you love me then just tell me! Tell me! Be with me! I love you! I love you!"
 
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